It’s a pulse We got a pulse The color is coming back to our faces I’ve never seen so many heartbeats and traces That we are alive man! In so many places The world is defied man! At war with the races The Earth is tying its ends to its laces Making amends for all of you Satans Feeding us blackjack, cocaine and aces And all of the artists and all of the Masons Turn over the universe in search for damnation When all we can see is the loss of foundation But who’s gonna cover your ass in starvation?So count me out Count me out Count me out Count me out

We’ll be the dogs that burn on the logs We’ll be the heroes devoured by smog Take ‘em out back Shoot him in the head This one’s an artist He dreams in his head Feed the m to the dogs Or burn them instead Put them in the screaming room Turn over their beds

Get rid of the dreamers Get rid of the plague We want a nation Of living dead So count me out